Hello Friends! As promised here is a thank you fic for all the guys who stuck with me through my other Hameron fic, Until you find me. It is a short multi-chapter set half in the present day and half 6 years later. It is part canon, I have only seen up to S4 so the rest is what I've read about. When I read what they were doing to JM I considered not watching anymore but then I remembered that we were here 1st and I will not be defeated by a bad man and a bad ship Mulder went away, came back and then happily-ever-after. Sara went away, came back and then happily-ever-after. I have faith, Hameron forever, as always, Nic
In beauty it begins
He knows this place more intimately than he has known any other.
He knows his room is 9ft 2in long and 8ft 3in wide and that out of his solitary window he can see for 6 miles, 7 on a clear day. He knows that the heating will turn on at 6pm sharp and it will take 32 minutes to heat his room fully. He knows that the guard who patrols his floor during the night shift has 2 sons, 1 daughter, a holiday home in Mexico and the early stages of lung cancer. He knows that the guard does not believe him when he shares this information, spouting the symptoms with practised flair. The guard will not believe him, even though his vagus nerve tells him differently, because Dr House is mad.
The problem of residing in a place like this.
He knows Wilson's footsteps; they are slow, pondering, and thoughtful. House can almost hear his concern arriving before he does.
He knows Cuddy's footsteps. They are self assured, extrovert, eager. He does not match her eagerness but her pride would never let herself except this.
However he does not recognise the footsteps that now draw closer to him. They are soft but confident, without hesitation. They intrigue him enough to make him drop the book he is reading on to the floor and sit up, swinging his legs to the floor and wait expectantly. When she appears he feels a smile creep across his face, a thing now foreign to his tired features. She thanks the guard who has brought her this far and stands before him, like sunshine breaking through the clouds on a rainy day, and gives him a smile that is the first he has wanted to receive in a very long time.
How could he deny such a beautiful gift?
She stepped forward, shyness finding her briefly, and he can smell her soft vanilla perfume fill his room, making him inhale deeper.
She states softly, not demanding his attention but asking for it quietly unlike the others who have graced this room.
"Are you here for my bed bath?"
He raised his eyebrows, grinning slightly, feeling parts of himself returning once more.
She did that to him, always had.
"In your dreams" She grinned back.
"Well, I'll see you tonight then"
She laughed honestly and he could not help but laugh to, the sound unfamiliar in a place like this. He stood up slowly and she came to him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in to hug as if it is the most natural thing in the world.
His body was stiff at first, surprised by her gesture, surprised by the feelings her warmth is stirring within him but then for reasons he does not understand, can not begin to let his mind comprehend, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer. Resting his chin on her head and inhaling her scent, he allows her warmth to find its way to places within him that are barren and long since forgotten.
"You scared me" Her voice is tender, not scolding, just honest.
He sighed, wishing he was able to find all the words he wanted at that very moment but failing as he had done so many times before. So, he pulls her closer, wanting her closer to him and savouring the feel of her head rising and falling against his chest as he inhaled deeply. Eternity seems to pass before she stirs and releases him, stepping back face filling with confusion.
"Where's your cane?"
He managed to push down the thoughts that now clouded his mind, trying to dismiss how much he missed the feel of her against him and found his voice, recognising the pride he can hear in it.
"My new controlled meds and physio. No cane....... but I'm sure I could always find it if you're into that kind of thing"
She laughed, pushing softly on his chest and turning to take the seat opposite him.
He sat down, holding her gaze, maybe afraid that she would disappear if he didn't.
"So how are you doing?"
Her words were hesitant and he could hear the concern in them.
He shrugged his shoulders, embarrassed, and turned his attention to the stack of journals on his desk.
"Are you seeing the psychiatrist?"
He nodded, attention remaining on his books, palms beginning to sweat.
Silence descended for what seemed like an eternity, until he eventually heard the approaching footsteps of the guard and her movement. He looked up as she stood, gathering her bag and he reached out, taking her hand. She looked down at him, waiting for his words. He could feel the cool metal of her wedding ring and had to fight the urge not to drop her hand.
"Wait" His voice was soft, barely audible.
She held his gaze and he hoped that she could see the sincerity in his eyes. When she did not move he allowed his grip to loosen and let his fingertips slip until they met hers, before squeezing them gently. He watched their hands, gently rubbing her fingertips and marvelling at how soft her skin was, trying to find the words she needed to hear.
"It's hard.... It's still hard"
He raised his gaze to meet hers once more, hoping that he had shown her enough of himself, and saw a smile slowly creep across her mouth and reach her eyes. He felt her fingers lace his and she squeezed his hand gently.
"It will get easier"
He smiled then; just like that she had made it all seem clear and within his reach.
A deep cough from behind her drew their attention, breaking their contact. The guard who had brought him this gift of light had now returned to take it away once more.
"Sorry Maam, visiting time is over"
She turned back to him, smiling sadly before leaning down and placing a soft warm kiss on his cheek and whispering softly in his ear.
"Take care ok?"
He whispered back softly, cursing the emotion clearly evident in his voice.
She stood back up, smiling once more and headed towards the guard.
His voice stopped her.
She turned to him in surprise and then gave him a smile that made him glad that he was sitting down, for he would have collapsed under the weight of hope it gave him.